Journals - Muke

6.4

"moving where?" i chewed on my lip.

"california."

i froze, everything froze. every single thing. california is seventeen  hours away and long distance isn't the best, especially since luke is a  popstar. i looked up at luke and saw tears in his eyes, and suddenly i  realized i was crying too.

"i don't want to go, but  the boys said it's better because we need to write music.. it'll be for  a year at least." luke wiped his eyes and tried to smile. i stared at  him, then wrapped my arms around his waist and cuddled his neck, crying  softly.

how can i live without luke? without his amazing morning cuddles or late night kisses?

-

i looked at the clock. two hours til luke left. two hours.

i sighed and tugged on my coat, then brushed my hair out and headed out the door towards luke's house. i smiled as the cool breeze brushed against me and soon enough i was on the front porch of his house. knowing where the keys are, i unlocked the door and walked inside, heading straight to luke's room. as i was about to open the door, i heard moans and groans coming from inside.

i opened the door just to reveal luke sucking some girl's face off. i gasped and turned around quickly, slamming the door in the process.

i wiped the tears with my sleeve and began running towards the exit. i couldn't breathe, i couldn't feel anything. everything was gone right at that moment.

i heard footsteps behind me but i refused to look at luke's face so i continued to run outside the house but before i could stop a bright light shone in front of me.

crash.

all i heard was my name being shouted then it went all black.

-

*luke's pov*

beep. beep. beep.

i looked at the hospital bed that michael laid on. his eyes closed, his hair a mess, bruises and cuts all over his pale body.

michael's in a coma they said.

-minutes before-

i rushed into the emergency room where they brought michael in for immediate surgery. i tossed my hair and bit my lip as they tried their best to help michael.

the doctors rushed back and forth, collecting materials or working on michael. it was horrible.

they had to take out millions of pieces of glass and it looked so painful as each one was put on the table.

as soon as they were done, the doctor looked at me and brought me to an empty room. "look, this will be hard to take in, but michael may be in a coma."

-now-

i grabbed michael's hand and traced shapes into his pale skin. i looked at his peaceful body and wiped away the tears that began to spill.

why wasn't it me? i shouldn't have cheated.. i shouldn't had let him run away.

i pulled my legs to my chest and cried harshly into my knees. i pulled my hair and sobbed more as the memories of michael and i replayed in my mind.

"michael!" i giggled as i ran around the pool with a squirt gun. michael kept chasing me with this large nerf gun that was overpowered and had the biggest grin on his face.

"i'm gonna get you lukey!" i squealed as i felt water squirt onto my back and ran faster. i hid behind a corner and waited until michael passed by.

i grabbed him by the waist and slung him over my shoulder, then i walked to the pool and dropped him in.

"luuuuke!!!" michael whined and laughed. he grabbed my ankle and dragged me with him.

i pulled michael into a hug and he gladly snuggled me. "you know i love you right?" michael nodded and kissed my cheek.

i blushed as he said he loved me too. i leaned in to kiss him, but instead he splashes me with water.

"oh you're gonna-

"mr. hemmings?"

i looked up from my knees and noticed a doctor in front of me. i rubbed my eyes that were red and puffy from crying, and looked at him.

"we have some good news and some bad news." the doctor adjusted his glasses.

i sighed, "what's the bad news?"

the doctor coughed and fixed his glasses once again. "well, it seems that he has some sort of issue in his brain which causes amnesia. we thought it wasn't likely, but now as we look at x-rays, he's guaranteed to have it."

i stared at the doctor until it seemed for hours. "a-amnesia?" i shook my head and blinked repeatedly. i knew he had a slight chance of getting it, but now it's guaranteed.

"so.. he won't remember me?" i brushed my hair with my fingers and stared at the doctor whom was flipping pages on his clipboard.

"unfortunately he won't remember anything from this year, maybe not even his own name." the doctor sat down beside me and gulped.

"the good news, is that he will be able to remember everything back. it might take some time but he can learn things. also, he will wake up from his coma in approximately a few hours or tomorrow."

i nodded and took michael's hand again, but instead of tracing shapes, i kissed it softly.

i love michael so much, i hope he'll learn to love me again too.